LINE OF ENQUIRY:
How are oldage fantasy worlds created by different authors similar?
Books to read:
A wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin – The Earthsea quartet.
A game of thrones by George R. R. Martin – A song of Fire and Ice
Films to watch:
The fellowship of the rings – Lord of the rings
Beowulf OR the chronicles of Narnia – The lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
“We have scorched the snake not killed it.”
The word snake is a metaphor for Banquo and Fleance. A snake is usually portrayed as being sly and venomous. This means that Macbeth who is says this is making out that they are sly and venomous. This is reinforced by a sibilance “scorched the snake” which makes the line seem more controlling and powerful. We is a pronoun, this is careful manipulation by Macbeth. He is saying instead of himself killing Banquo he is elevating his wife to the same level. This line uses imagery in the scorching of the snake.
We have succeeded in conquering the Norwegians in spite of the traitorous Thane of Cawdor who gave information about us to the enemy. He will be executed. After the battle me and Banquo were strolling in the woods when we found 3 witches. They prophesised that I would be Thane of Cawdor and king and that Banquo’s children would be kings and queens.
I am already thane of glands but to be Thane of Cawdor would be a privilege and an honour. I am confused since the witches said that I would be crowned king but that would mean I have to kill the king.
Yours dearly Macbeth
The door opened. Feeding time. I walk towards the opening knowing what will be through it. It is always the same, nothing other than food, and the keeper. Today was different food yes but no keeper. Two small boys knelt at the bars, one with his hand poking through the bars. He was holding out food, hand slightly shaking. The taller one ran out of the door. Ignoring this I start walking towards the boy holding the meat looking straight into his eyes. I get within reach of his hand and move forwards to take a bite when suddenly a loud noise and a flurry of activity out of my field of view sent me bolting towards the enclosure. The gate closed soon after that.
A few minutes later the gate was raised again. I was more cautious this time but through the bars I could see a live goat. Food, finally. I arched my back and hunched my shoulders. Treading quietly towards the prey I pounced only then did I see keeper and both small boys. I dragged the carcass into the yard and into my den.
My decision for my dystopia is all the satellites in earths orbit start falling towards the earth.
An invasion of animals
An invasion of aliens
All solids turn to liquids and liquids to solids drowning many people
A electrical space storm destroyes all power sorces including genararors and battery’s
Sorces of Water in London are affected by a modern version of cohelra that is dispersed by water but can travel to other water sorces by air it affects the sea and travels between continents with millions dying
A massive sinkhole opens up underneath the Houses of Parliament during a meeting of all of the mps in London. The prime minister was there.
All the underground rivers and sewers overflow into londons streets which makes disease and floods
All the satilites in earths orbit suddenly crash towards the earth
In time logging has destoyed so many trees that all of the earths oxogen is being poduced. in LEDCS hand cranked air producers have been set up everwhere so supply the grow popultion but it is not enough
Humans everywhere start dying no one knows how. no animals die scientists and mathamatitions work out that one person dies in every country they all disappear in the morning and fall from the sky alive when they fall dead when they land.
It took ten days to load up with provisions in readiness for the coming voyage. During that time I would find a quiet corner and read the through the great quantity of books that had been deposited on board ship to entertain those sailors that were not toiling away above or bellow deck. This was the first ship that I had been on and I was old enough to get a job as a cabin boy but young enough to still have a sense of fun. I would go tearing round the ship yard with all the boys whose fathers earned a living loading and unloading the never ending shortage of boats. We would run up the piles of sand that had been deposited on the quay side ready to be taken to faraway distant lands to the North and slide down on an old tea tray to the consistent hatred and occasional chase from the dock workers.
We set off on the 12th May. Our target was to go further than any ship had ever gone before. The more we sailed South the colder it became until it was nearly unbearable. I would retreat under the deck at every opportunity that I could. We would usually sail with the coast in sight, so it was of great surprise to me when I woke up one morning and it had gone, I asked the Purser about this when I had finished my morning shift. “No one that goes there comes back alive, it looks like a big sore on the earth, nothing lives there or could live ,there are no plants ,no animals, no bacteria even the sea around it is lifeless. Its cursed. Some sailors sailed too close and they died the ones that survived managed to bring the ship back to port, they all died within a month of reaching dry land.” I was enraptured and enthralled I wanted to hear more about this strange land and plagued him with questions about it for the next three days. On the evening of my fourth day at sea something was to happen which would send me cowering and shivering every time it was mentioned for the next forty-three years.